Substack keeps erasing my replies…either that or it’s too early and I don’t know how to work the damn thing. Either way, DIVINE. Especially love the rearview. Those seams in the hose make me miss working on period film/tv projects. There’s a true art to most fashion that doesn’t exist (much) anymore. Cheers…off to write and get this day …
Substack keeps erasing my replies…either that or it’s too early and I don’t know how to work the damn thing. Either way, DIVINE. Especially love the rearview. Those seams in the hose make me miss working on period film/tv projects. There’s a true art to most fashion that doesn’t exist (much) anymore. Cheers…off to write and get this day GOING. If you post more today, I probably won’t reply till tomorrow. :-p
Once upon a corporate job, I worked for a female VP who looked like a model. I was usually the first person in the office. She was usually the second. Our offices shared a wall so we became friendly. One morning I caught her bopping her way in with her headphones on. Girl had moves! I shouted out “Werrrrk!” She stopped in her tracks. Because of her beauty she did her best to always be professional as fuck. So getting caught shaking her money maker must’ve been a rare thing. “You’ll keep this between us, right?” “Only if you agree to show me your best runway walk.” “Come into my office. This runway show isn’t for the general public.” She was fun. I wish I had had a better series of bosses while working under her. They sucked, so I’m sure I was tainted in the process. :-p
Substack keeps erasing my replies…either that or it’s too early and I don’t know how to work the damn thing. Either way, DIVINE. Especially love the rearview. Those seams in the hose make me miss working on period film/tv projects. There’s a true art to most fashion that doesn’t exist (much) anymore. Cheers…off to write and get this day GOING. If you post more today, I probably won’t reply till tomorrow. :-p
Once upon a corporate job, I worked for a female VP who looked like a model. I was usually the first person in the office. She was usually the second. Our offices shared a wall so we became friendly. One morning I caught her bopping her way in with her headphones on. Girl had moves! I shouted out “Werrrrk!” She stopped in her tracks. Because of her beauty she did her best to always be professional as fuck. So getting caught shaking her money maker must’ve been a rare thing. “You’ll keep this between us, right?” “Only if you agree to show me your best runway walk.” “Come into my office. This runway show isn’t for the general public.” She was fun. I wish I had had a better series of bosses while working under her. They sucked, so I’m sure I was tainted in the process. :-p